Free Web NovelChapter 1565: Chapter 1565: She Is So Ruthless
"Nothing, I’m going upstairs." Ethan Ashworth dashed upstairs.
"This..."
At this moment, the voice of a servant sounded from behind, "President."
Sister Zhou turned her head to look; Morgan Ashworth had returned.
Morgan Ashworth usually resided in The White Palace. This villa was his and little Joy’s private residence. He hadn’t come back for a while due to his busy schedule.
"President, why did you come back? Did you go to pick up the young master from school? I saw the young master seemed very downcast, like he’d been crying for a long time. What happened?"
Morgan Ashworth glanced upstairs, tossed the car keys onto the coffee table, and with a faint expression, headed upstairs, "It’s nothing."
...
In the master bedroom, a tall, jade-like figure stood on the balcony. The room was dark, with no lights on, his silhouette engulfed by the faint moonlight, resembling a pine tree, yet no amount of soft moonlight could melt the cold indifference surrounding him.
He raised his hand and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. Suddenly, he frowned, lacking even the strength to undo buttons. The tall figure languidly leaned against the balcony. He reached his right hand into his pants pocket to fetch a cigarette, but it was empty. He remembered he had rushed from a meeting, where smoking wasn’t allowed.
Turning his head, his drowsy eyes lazily gazed at the distant scenery. Ethan Ashworth’s young face surfaced in his mind. He closed his eyes painfully and wearily.
In these three years, time had precipitated all his sharp radiance. He had reached the pinnacle of power, becoming a master of self-restraint to an unparalleled degree.
But still, it wasn’t enough. He still became agitated in front of that little one.
Three years ago, he became a father. In fact, he never truly understood the word "father." He didn’t like children before. But later...because of her, he wanted a complete family with her. He then desired children.
But Ethan’s arrival felt burdensome.
Due to premature birth complications, Ethan faced several life-threatening illnesses as a child. He stayed by his side, his heart hanging by a thread, not daring to close his eyes for fear that this child would silently slip away if he did. He often entertained bleak thoughts; if anything happened to Ethan, he wouldn’t want to live either.
Ethan was his only motivation to live. If even this motivation disappeared, what would be the point of living?
Ethan tenaciously pulled through; in the blink of an eye, he was three years old. He was no longer that clumsy father who fumbled around just to change a diaper. Ethan grew, and communication became a big problem.
He could offer this child the most exquisite and worry-free life, but as a man, he couldn’t hold Ethan with kisses and coaxing like a woman could. He couldn’t even say "Daddy loves you" to Ethan. The pain in his heart engulfed him in the endless dark night. He couldn’t save himself; how could he save Ethan?
Morgan Ashworth closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, bringing to mind that breathtakingly beautiful face. He managed a cold smile. Three years had passed, and she hadn’t appeared once.
She had never come to see Ethan, never entered their father-son world.
He was astounded by her coldheartedness.
She could give birth to a child, without even casting a glance.
...
In the dead of night.
The door was quietly pushed open. A handsome, upright figure slipped into the room, and Morgan Ashworth glanced at the children’s bed. A small figure was curled up under the blanket.
